Chapter Twenty
Several weeks later, Kane stepped down onto the dock as Gabe’s trawler rounded the bend. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he waited until the boat idled up to the dock. Magna threw the dock line at him, and he caught it automatically. A smile curved his lips. She was becoming a pro at being a deckhand.
“What’s wrong?” Gabe demanded, stepping out of the wheelhouse.
Kane could feel Gabe’s sharp gaze on his face. He must be losing his touch at keeping his thoughts hidden, he thought. Of course, the fact that he was home early could have also been a clue.
“The whole town is crawling with police and the media,” he responded, bending and tying off the lines.
“Why?” Magna worriedly asked, pushing a swathe of long hair back from her face.
“It seems there have been two more di
